100 Things I Hate About You Novels & Stories

Listening. Her words cut deeper than he expected. Later That Night... Grayson stood alone in his study, staring out at the rain cascading down the glass wall of windows. He hated this. He hated how wrong everything felt since their kiss. Since her. He hated that he could still taste her. Still feel the way she’d trembled in his arms. "She's just the nanny." That was what he told himself. Over. And over. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was her defiant stare... her softness with Lily... her fire when she fought back.

I know I can’t hate you and I know that if I don’t hate you I will hate myself. You made me have nightmares, you traumatized me, you put me in a dark position that I can not even begin to describe and you know what hurts more is when I think about that horrible memory, all the good memories I shared with you fade away like it was nothing and just like that I begin to feel hatred for myself because no matter how I try I can not hate you even though you are the reason behind my ten years of miseries.

She yelled in my face but she wasn't done "I hate it. I hate you-----" be still my heart "----I hate love, and most importantly I hate loving you!. I hate it so much, it destroys me, it wrecks me, it fucking ruins me, yet I can't fucking stop, I can't fucking stop! I'm addicted to you and I need to stop, I need everything to stop, I need every-fucking-thing to stop, because I hate loving you, loving you disgusts me, I disgusts myself. I hate loving you"

Her sufferings, pain, and sadness were a failings that shouldn’t have happened. “I hate your smile makes my heart mushy, I hate your strong headed nature, selfishness, and the stupid things that you do that have the most effect on me. I hate that I can’t quit you no matter how hard I try. I hate the more you push me away the tougher I desire to be with you. I hate Nicole meeting you first when it should have been me, I hate to think you thought about divorcing me. I hate you for these things but I love you for everything, the pain, tears, obstacles. I love that I love you.”

"Feeling used but I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips And now all this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you I don't want to but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her......." (Note:"I Hate U, I Love U" is a song by American singer and rapper Gnash featuring American singer Olivia O'Brien. It was released on February 17, 2016)

'Who made you like this. 'That fucking bastard, Ame Greg Allen, the selfish and heartless monster! I hate him' –Oh baby I don't– 'I hate everything about him…' –Opposite– 'His breath, his voice, his body, his stupid face! That bastard deserves to die and if I had the opportunity, I would slowly ram a chainsaw into that dick of his and smash his head with a sledgehammer!' I shouted angrily. The resentment in my tone was so convincing, I almost believed myself.

"If you won't talk to him, at least talk to Momma. How long am I supposed to keep making excuses for you?" A strong smell hit Ayaan, and he scoffed. "Are you serious? You're drinking and smoking again. You know Dad doesn't like your lifestyle." He grabbed the cigarette from Kabir's hand and crushed it in the ashtray. "I hate her," Kabir replied, completely ignoring Ayaan's concern about his parents. Kabir recalled seeing Ziniya laughing at the restaurant, fueling his desire to erase everything that brought her joy. "I know you hate her," Ayaan acknowledged with a sigh.

“I hate you. Do you understand that? I hate every single thing about you. I hate that you think a signature and a bed give you the right to touch me. I hate that you walk around this house like a king while the rest of us are just things you own. I hate your voice. I hate your face. I hate the way you look at me like I’ve already been paid for in full.” The silence in the room stretched. Greco leaned back in his chair, watching me with that same unreadable calm. “Are you finished?” he asked. “No.” My voice rose. “I will never stop hating you. You can lock me in that room every night. You can take whatever you want. It will never change the fact that I despise you. You are a cold, heartless—”

He kept asking questions like a lesson teacher and it was so fucking annoying. ‘I do not have the full details and that is why i want to go home. Now, if you do not mind, I have alot of things to do.’ I moved away and overlooked his facial expression. I hate whenever he tries to control me. His recent attitude of being posssive, pissed me and it annoyed me to the core. I hate it! While I walked away, I felt he was still staring at me but i did not turn to look or act regretful. I love him but my family comes first. The choice was for him to pick.

"Why would I hate you?" I shrug. "I don't know...I'm thrusting you into the limelight you ran away from." She laughs and shakes her head, touching my chest for a second. "I'm not mad at you, and I don't hate you. I would like to wring the necks of everyone else, though. Especially that nosy son of a bitch reporter." Her cursing shocks me to the extent that I burst out laughing. "I'm glad I'm not him," I announce.